Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Colombia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Adolescents to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
The Moleskins,
Banda Bassotti,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Christie,
Sarah Menescal,
The Victims,
Marshall Jefferson,
E-Dancer,
Cymande,
The Durutti Column,
Ituana,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Delon & Dalcan,
Heaven 17,
Ronnie Foster,
Deepchord,
Depeche Mode,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fuzztones,
Mo-Dettes,
Circle Jerks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Don Cherry,
New Age Steppers,
Lyres,
Los Fastidios,
Althea and Donna,
The Count Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Sherman,
Cecil Taylor,
The Index,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rapeman,
Donald Byrd,
Peter & Gordon,
Bootsy Collins,
Matthew Bourne,
Trumans Water,
Lakeside,
Gang Starr,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soft Machine,
Eddi Front,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eli Mardock,
Yellowson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rod Modell,
Neu!,
Nas,
Nirvana,
Scrapy,
The Busters,
Idris Muhammad,
Roy Ayers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.